As soon as Jiang Shixun finished speaking, he was reprimanded: "Hey, you said you young man, comrades are comrades, what do you mean by adding an old word? Am I very old?"
Jiang Shixun silently glanced at his gray hair, a little speechless.
But he still expects to find that person through this old man, how dare he be presumptuous? So I quickly apologized: "This comrade taught me a lesson, you are not old at all!"
"Hum!" The old man snorted, his tone quite arrogant. Then he looked at Jiang Zhiying and asked, "Is this little chubby girl your child?"
Jiang Shixun couldn't figure it out, they were clearly talking about the man who ran away in panic, but why did the topic turn to Jiang Zhiying.
However, in order to get clues, he still nodded to save face: "She is Zhuzhu, my daughter."
The old man laughed: "Hey, the pearl is round and jade-like, the name is well-chosen, no wonder it looks round."
Jiang Zhiying pouted dissatisfiedly: "!!!" You are so round! Your whole family is chubby!
Didn't she just look a little healthier than other children? How can you talk nonsense!
At such an age, it is shameless to bully her a little doll!
As a result, the old man laughed out loud when he saw her displeased face: "Hahahaha, this little chubby girl is really interesting!"
Jiang Zhiying was so angry that she wanted to hit him!
She gritted her teeth, and resolutely fell into Jiang Shixun's arms: "Whoa, dad, he bullied me!"
The old man suddenly became anxious: "Hey, don't cry, I didn't do anything to you, what do you think you are."
Jiang Zhiying: "Wow¡ª¡ª"
The old man panicked even more: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay? Stop crying! I"
Hearing that Jiang Zhiying kept crying, he quickly asked Jiang Shixun for help: "I'll give you that person's painting, please tell her not to cry!"
Jiang Shixun was shocked when he heard this: "Why do you have his paintings?"
The old man took it for granted: "Who are you looking down on? Of course I painted it! Why, I can't draw anymore? Isn't it just a picture? Who can't have a hobby."
After he finished speaking, he quickly took out a notebook from his bag, then turned to one of the pages, tore off a sketch of a character and handed it to Jiang Shixun.
Jiang Shixun quickly took it, looked carefully, and found that the painting was indeed a panicked man. Although it's just a sketch and the details are relatively rough, the drawing is very vivid, not only the appearance of this person is drawn, but also the charm is captured.
Even the clothes of this person were drawn.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, a pair of leather shoes on his feet, his hair was combed three to seven points, and he was holding a black leather bag in his hand.
Generally speaking, he is a handsome young man who should have a good job.
Unfortunately, it was such a person, who was probably the murderer who attacked Zhao Lingzhi.
When Jiang Shixun thought of this, he was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he asked the old man: "Comrade, when did you paint this painting?"
The old man said angrily: "He walked in a panic before, and he didn't apologize when he bumped into me. I saw his expression flustered and thought there was something wrong with him, so I drew this."
After a pause, he continued, "I heard that something happened to a young girl upstairs? Could it be him? Are you a police officer? This painting is to be handed over to the police! You coax this girl "
Speaking of this, he suddenly felt something was wrong, the little fat girl didn't cry! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com